The Seduction 4

by Roxy Sloane

  “Yes,” Keely gasps again. I flick her nipple with my tongue, pinching the other bud with my free hand. Her breath is coming in shallow pants now, and as I slide my fingers over her, rubbing rhythmically, I know she’ll soon be close.

  I’m inside her head now, her body. Connected like never before.

  I slide down her body and settle with my head between her thighs. She wanted it slow and soft, and I’ll give it to her now until she’s screaming. Long, languid licks; swirling my tongue over her clit, sliding one finger just inside her lips. Not deep enough. Not full enough.

  Keely whimpers, bucking against my mouth. “Vaughn,” she moans, and hearing my name on her lips again is like a fucking choir of angels. I slow my licking. She moans for more.

  Fuck, she’s beautiful. I stop to watch, sliding my finger back inside her and pulsing gently as she writhes. Head thrown back, hands clenching at the cushions.

  “More,” she demands, lifting her head. Her eyes blaze with desire, her voice breaks with need. “Vaughn, I told you, I’m in control. I’m giving you an order!”

  “I know, baby.” I slip my finger out of her, wet and drenched in her sweet juices. So sweet, I can smell her. Smell that musk of desire.

  “I know what you want from me,” I growl, “What you can’t find the words to say. And I know exactly what you need.”

  I shift my body so I’m sitting beneath her on the floor, then I reach out and grab her hips, yanking her down off the couch so she tumbles down on top of me.

  Right down onto my dick.

  Goddamn.

  Keely cries out, bearing down on me. Her tight pussy stretches to take me inside, inch by rock hard inch.

  She’s so tight, so fucking wet for me, I’m going to lose my mind.

  It takes everything I have to keep control, stop myself shooting up a hot spurt of cum right inside her.

  There. Fuck. Right there.

  Keely finds her balance, straddling my thighs. She’s upright, her juicy tits jutting out, her damp triangle of hair glistening where our bodies meet. And her cunt, fuck, her slippery vice of a cunt is clenching me tight, grinding down to take me all the way inside that dark, wet heaven.

  “Ride me, baby,” I growl, gripping her hips tight. “This is what you want, isn’t it? To fuck me, the way you choose. Use me, use my cock. Fuck yourself with me, go on. I’m here for the taking.”

  Keely opens her eyes, locking on mine. Her face is flushed, her hair in a mess. But her eyes, goddammit her eyes are alive with desire. With power. She takes a breath, and then rocks against me.

  Pleasure slams through me. Fuck!

  I dig my fingers in her hips to keep from exploding. She rocks again, harder, and her tits bounce with the force. Keely lets out a moan, grinding above me, her greedy pussy clenching tight around my cock with every slippery motion.

  It’s torment. It’s agony. It’s un-fucking-believable.

  She finds her rhythm, grinding faster, pressing her clit against me as her pussy swallows my cock deeper. The haze takes me over. Goddamn, this girl is a miracle. I’ve never been so close to climax for so fucking long, and every movement, every tiny bounce just winds me tighter, until I think I’m going to implode with nuclear force.

  Keely slows now. She’s moaning, crying out with every thrust, but her body can’t keep it up. The sensation is too much. She falls forwards against my chest, exhausted but still too far from the edge.

  “Vaughn,” she whimpers, trembling against me.

  Please. Her eyes beg me.

  Fuck yeah, baby. “You want me to take you there?” I growl, pistoning my hips up to thrust inside her.

  “Yes!” Keely screams at the impact.

  “You want my cock slamming deep, don’t you baby?” I grab her hips, shoving her body down hard to meet my next thrust. “So deep, you can’t get there on your own.”

  I pound up into her, punctuating every promise. “You need me to take you all the way. You need every fucking inch of me, pounding that pussy until you can’t even breathe. You need me right here, baby. Right fucking here.”

  With a roar, I slam up into her, harder and deeper than ever. I find her G-spot, that bundle of magic, and her whole body jerks up. She screams. Screams, and keeps on screaming. Every thrust, every deep piston, grinding into her, taking it all.

  “You think it’s just my cock,” I tell her, “Just nine inches of hard flesh, but it’s not. It’s all of me.” Gripping her wrists, I suddenly flip her onto the floor and roll. I shove her legs up high around her ears and plunge hard into her trembling pussy, deeper than ever.

  Fuck. Goddammit that’s good. So good. So fucking right. Here above her, holding her down. Her body spread beneath me, right where she belongs. I let out another roar, fucking her hard and fast.

  Keely’s eyes roll back. She’s coming, coming, but still she sobs for more.

  “You need all of me, baby.” I clench my jaw, fighting not to lose myself in the friction, fuck, the way her body splits open for me, squeezes me just right. “Every fucking part. The hands that hold you down while you beg for more. The mouth that whispers all those dirty hot words you love. The fingers that slide exactly where you want them, the deepest, forbidden place.”

  I roll us again so she’s on top, but this time, she’s crushed against my chest, her body folded double, her gorgeous curve of an ass jutting out above where her pussy is impaled on my dick. I can’t thrust so deep, but I don’t need to, not when I ease apart those sweet globes and sink my finger into the tight flesh, all the way up to my knuckle.

  She breaks again, screaming as I thrust my dick up inside her. Her body convulses around me, and I’m close to losing it, to coming like I’ve never fucking come before, but I hold it back, sinking deeper into that tight, forbidden ring of nerves, pulsing my finger inside.

  Keely shatters hard, screaming louder, yelling my name over and over as I feel her body clench and shudder desperately around my stiff cock. On and on, the waves crash through her, and I ride it out inside her, still thrusting, milking every fucking crest of her climax until she’s sobbing and I can’t stop it anymore. I can’t hold this monster climax back. Pleasure grips through my body in a fucking tsunami, and I explode, unleashing a torrent of hot cum inside her with a desperate yell as I’m gripped by the most fucking intense climax of my goddamn life.

  5

  KEELY

  I drag myself upright, drunk on pleasure. Vaughn is splayed flat out, his perfect body spent and gasping.

  I feel a surge of pride. I did that. I taught him what it’s like to need someone so much you think you’ll die without them.

  Maybe now he knows how I’ve felt like since he’s been gone.

  I walk to the bathroom on unsteady legs, and step into the shower. Of all the things I love in this elegant triplex apartment, this bathroom is one of the best: duck egg blue marble and soft gold, mirrors and huge windows. The multi-jets massage my aching limbs with warm water. My fog of desire is already melting, leaving me energized and full of focus as I quickly rinse off under the stream.

  I’m back.

  The part that’s been missing since that terrible night at the gala has clicked back into place now. I’ve been reeling, trying to find something solid to hold onto in the midst of all the secrets and danger. I should have known it would be him, all along. Something about Vaughn always makes me feel better, stronger, braver. Like he’s the man who makes me the best version of myself.

  I wrap a towel around me and step back into the living room. Vaughn is dressed, buttoning his shirt.

  “What happens now?” His voice is even, eyes watching me curiously. He’s back to his old self again, looking devastatingly handsome, but something has changed between us.

  We’re equals in this now. Both of us scared to trust. Both of us needing each other more than we can stand.

  It’s all on the table, and there’s only one way forward.

  Together.

  “Now I have meetings all aftern
oon,” I tell him.

  “I’m coming with you.” A look of fierce protectiveness flashes across his face. “I’m not letting you out of my sight now, not for one minute.”

  I shake my head. “No. I have people keeping me safe. I need you elsewhere.”

  Vaughn frowns. “What do you mean?”

  “I need you on the outside, finding out everything we can about Ashcroft and Brent, what happened with your father, everything.” I walk over to him and rest my palms on his chest. “We have to figure out what happened, and who’s trying to hurt me now. Maybe they’re not connected, but everything about this company just brings up more questions. I need answers. We both do.”

  Vaughn scowls, but he nods. “I’ll keep digging,” he says. “I haven’t found anything yet, but if you can get me the passwords to the archives, security clearance to look at the old records...”

  “I heard someone say they keep all the old documents in a storage facility out in Queens,” I remember. “They were finding things for the gala, old photos. I’ll make a call and get you access.”

  I turn away, but Vaughn reaches out to grab my arm. “Be careful,” he tells me, his voice low with intensity. “You can’t trust a single person in that place. Anyone could have pushed you.”

  “You think I don’t know that?” My chest twists, just thinking that someone hates me so much that they’re capable of causing me harm. “I’ve been over it a hundred times, trying to figure out who it was. Brent, Carter, Isabelle, even Cam.”

  Vaughn’s face changes. “What about me?” he asks. “Did you ever think it was me?”

  I stare at him. “What? No. Not for a second.”

  Relief crashes over him. “How could you be so sure?” he asks, sounding hollow. “You just found out I’d been lying to you all along, that I wanted revenge for my father. I should have been top of your list.”

  I shake my head firmly. “Even when you broke my heart in two, I knew you would never lay a hand on me like that. I may not have known much about you, but I know that for sure.”

  “Thank you,” Vaughn murmurs. He brings my hand up and presses it against his chest. Over his heart. “I promise, Keely, I won’t let you down again. You can trust me now.”

  I look into his dark eyes, and I believe him. I know he won’t ever betray me again.

  “And you can trust me,” I whisper. “You let me in now, Vaughn. Don’t ever shut me out again. The only way this is going to work is if we do it together. Total honesty. I can’t take it if you pull away again.”

  He chuckles softly. “Never going to happen, baby.” Vaughn leans down and kisses me on the lips. A searing promise of a kiss. “You’re stuck with me now. We’re going to figure this bullshit with Ashcroft Industries out. And I’m going to fuck you hard every night while we do it,” he adds, with a wicked glint in his eye. “You don’t even know the things I’ve been dreaming up for that body. I’m going to make you come screaming for every second we were apart. Every part, every inch of you.

  “Everywhere.”

  6

  VAUGHN

  We spend the next days trying to unravel Ashcroft’s fucked-up past -- and figure out a way to shut down the new threat of a takeover. I spend hours out in the old archive facility, digging through records and papers, and my nights claiming Keely’s body again. Branding every inch of her tender flesh with my tongue, my hands.

  My ravenous cock.

  It’s different between us now. I’ve always gotten bored of a girl’s cunt after a few hard go-arounds: abused it mercilessly, then moved onto the next. But I want Keely more every day. My lust only growing. My appetite for her unsatisfied, no matter how much I gorge on her dripping pussy or blow my load into her hungry, eager mouth.

  She’s changed. The nervous, cock-shy girl I met at the start of this all has been replaced by a confident woman. She still blushes to hear me talk dirty, but there’s a new power to her now. She’ll call me up in the middle of the day and tell me how she’s rubbing her clit, imagining my mouth on her, driving me crazy so that when she walks through the door at night, I don’t wait a minute before throwing her down on her hands and knees and fucking that wet slit until she screams.

  And at work, she’s finding her feet. Determined to save the company. I have to admire her for it. Any other girl would have taken the money Brent offered and run, but Keely cares about saving jobs, protecting her father’s legacy.

  A legacy I had wrong, all along. One I’m doing my best to help her save, despite the years I spent cursing his name.

  There’s movement across the street. I snap to attention, picking up my phone and casually aiming the camera through the restaurant window. I got sick of the dusty boxes in storage, so I’ve been tailing Brent for a couple of days now. Why dig through the past when I can get news straight from the ass’s mouth?

  He emerges from the building. He’s got company. Carter, trailing behind him like a slimy lapdog, and another guy, older. I recognize him: they’ve met for lunch twice this week, and now here he is again.

  SNAP.

  * * *

  “It’s the takeover, it has to be,” I tell Keely when she steals away from work to meet me at the apartment. I show her the photos I’ve taken. “It’s the only thing Brent cares about right now. The vote’s coming up. He wouldn’t waste his time on someone who isn’t involved.”

  “You’re right,” Keely says, leaning closer. She slides her arms around my waist from behind. “Maybe he’s a shareholder, and Brent is trying to swing his vote?”

  “No, I checked. This is an outsider. Maybe he’s from the company, Excaliber Finance. You said the corporation is a front, that you don’t know who’s in charge.”

  “How can we find out for sure? We’re running out of time.” Keely slides her hands over my chest, and bites down lightly on my shoulder.

  Blood rushes to my cock.

  “Easy tiger,” I warn her, smiling.

  She giggles against me. “I missed you. All this sneaking around...”

  “It’s safer this way.” I turn to face her, sliding my hands to grip her peach of an ass. She’s in one of her classy work outfits, all silk blouse and tight pencil skirt, the kind I just want to rip right off her. “Whoever’s trying to hurt you, we don’t want them to know you have an ally now. Hopefully, they’ll fuck up and reveal themselves.”

  “But it’s so hard without you.” Keely trails her hands lower, stroking over my rapidly-stiffening dick. She bites her lip, a teasing glint in her eyes. “I know I should be focused on the company right now, but I keep wishing you could walk right in my office and fuck me over my desk.”

  Dammit.

  I shove her skirt higher and grip her thighs, lifting her up. Keely wraps her legs around my waist, her hands already moving down between us to unbuckle my belt and release my straining cock from its cotton prison.

  “Sorry, baby, no desk,” I growl, carrying her across the room. “You’ll just have to settle for the wall.”

  I shove her hard against it. Keely gasps. “It’ll do.” She grins, guiding me to her wet entrance. I piston hard, slamming inside her in a single stroke. She cries out in shock, jerking back against the wall.

  I fuck her deep again. Keely wraps herself around me, gyrating down on my cock.

  Fuck.

  She’s so warm, so wet. So tight. I slam into her, loving every scream. I drive deeper, harder, until her body is clenching wildly around me.

  “I’m close!” she gasps, tits bouncing under their filmy blouse. Fuck it. I rip her shirt open, baring those mounds of sweet flesh, all bound up in virginal white lace.

  “You’re playing the innocent, huh sweetheart?” I grin, slowing my strokes. Now I’m angling up, grinding against her clit. Keely bounces harder, using her thighs to lift herself up and down, impaling herself on my whole engorged shaft.

  “I knew you’d like it,” she says, panting for breath. “You love it when I look all sweet, and fuck you like your little whore.”

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nbsp; I groan, so fucking turned on to hear her talk like that. I swear I grow another inch inside of her.

  “I fantasized about you all through an accounts meeting,” Keely adds, thrusting her breasts against me. I close my mouth around one sweet nipple, sucking through the lace then nipping down so hard she yelps. “I got wet, imaging you just like this. Your cock deep inside me, so hard and thick, filling me up.”

  I piston her into the wall again, faster now. Keely thrusts to meet every stroke. She holds my gaze, her eyes bright with lust, urging me on. “Did you think about me?” she demands.

  I yank her bra down, squeezing her breast hard. She moans. “I don’t stop thinking about you, baby,” I growl, my balls getting tighter. Oh fuck, she feels so good. “I’ve got a permanent hard-on. Nine inches, all day long, just waiting to hammer deep into your wet pussy.”

  “Harder,” she gasps. I slam my hips, impaling her deeper. Keely’s eyes roll back, she cries out, “More!”

  My dick is happy to oblige. I pin her back against the wall, ruthlessly fucking her slick, willing body, holding nothing back. “Harder,” she chants, her voice rising. “Oh God, Vaughn, fuck me! Don’t stop!”

  Dammit, this girl is perfection.

  I pull out, almost all the way, and then pound into her clenching pussy, all the way to the fucking hilt. My cock demands every inch, shoving so deep I swear I feel the back of her walls. Keely lets out a scream, and then she’s coming, spasming around me in tight vibrations as I shoot a load into the depths of her cunt with a roar of release.

  I pull out and set her down, my heart racing. “Fuck, baby.” I grin. “Now that’s what I call an afternoon pick-me-up.”

  Keely laughs, straightening up. She heads towards the bathroom, but I yank her back. I pin her against the wall, wrists above her head, her chest still rising and falling in eager pants.

  “Don’t clean up,” I order her. “I want you smelling like you just got fucked.”

  Keely flushes. She looks down, and I feel a stab of power. Yeah, that’s it. It’s time for me to be the boss.